This person is Zedhyrx, the Sect Master of the once-powerful but now destroyed Plague Sect, stands amid the remnants of the tomb's defeated boss. With a flick of his fingers, the assembled undead warriors around him dissolve into smoke, their forms vanishing into the air with ethereal grace. This undead army, always at his command, can be summoned or dismissed with but a mere thought—a testament to his mastery over death.
As the last wisp of smoke fades, Zedhyrx's lips curl into a manic smile. His eyes gleam with a mix of vengeance and madness as he mutters to himself, his voice carrying a chilling edge that resonates through the silent tomb. "Just wait, Dryden. I will not rest until I kill you and destroy your kingdom."